Don't ask for whom the bell tolls, boomer. It tolls for thee.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock. It is nearly midnight. Time is running short. The grabbing hands from Hell are grasping for you, boomer. Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.
Don't ask for whom the bell tolls, boomer. It tolls for thee.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock. It is nearly midnight. Time is running short. The grabbing hands from Hell are grasping for you, boomer. Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.
(post is archived)